Fake World You see this man With the cross on his arm and his eyes full of pain With a can in a bag and a cat in the rain With the crack as a tag and the shame in his veins
You see this guy With a fifty G ride and a nice matching' tie With a sexy mistress and a great alibi With his confident look it doesn't seem like he cries
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
See this girl She does her twirl, she looks like a pearl She spends her money on her nice curls And her fake tan and tits in her fake world
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
I feel tired It's a fake world
Now you see me I think that I am good and free What you don't know I think I see I've circled down your reality (but what do I know)
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
